The Coin

[Technomage]

@size_master This was a very enjoyable chapter, thanks for keeping up with this great story.

[Mrgoblinging7]

OOOOOOOOOO!!! Katie is so jelly! I wonder if she will sabotage it so the poor little waitress pisses him off and end up dead?

[Giant Keith]

@size_master Enjoying the love and hate relationships and sex descriptions of the non con situation. Jealousy and survival will make it easier for Katie to not care what happens to the others. Will be interesting to see how it all works out, again great writing skills and imagination you have.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 8…Green Eyed Monster

“Katie said I should tell you when I’m on my period” Kanya said quietly. “Katie’s right. I’ll fetch the Tylenol and run you a warm bath” Mike said leaving her on the sofa. Katie herself was roaming around the lower floor of the house for the moment. Mike returned with a pill and shrunk it down for her. Kanya took it watching Mike return to the kitchen. She watched curiously as he poured milk into a bowl and then microwaved it. Once done, he carried it upstairs and then came back for her. “What is this?” she asked after being placed before it. “What’s it look like? A milk bath” he replied. “You get off doing this don’t you? Treating me like your pet” she said coldly. “You’re being a chatty Kathy today. You’ve barely said five things since I brought you home two weeks ago” he said checking the temperature. “I’ve been expecting you to kill me every day. Doesn’t exactly make me want to talk to you” she said. “Fair enough. Hop in” he said. Seeing she had little choice, Kanya did. Mike scooped up milk and poured it on her. “Work it into your skin” he said. There was a moment of silence between them as the shrunken young woman rubbed the milk into her light brown skin. “I do this for Katie too when she’s on her period” he said quietly. “That poor girl. She really loves you” Kanya said. “I love her. Not my fault society shit on her. All I did was show her she had value” he said. “You manipulated her! You’re a predator!” Kanya yelled. “What is it when it stops being manipulation and becomes a choice? Hmm? You have no idea what I am, the things I’ve seen and done. So easy to judge when your hands are clean. Privileged little brat” Mike spat.

“Oh please enlighten me on how you’re morally justified in shrinking, kidnapping, and murdering people” Kanya said looking up at the giant. “You think I was always like this? No, there was a time when I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Last month of my senior year of high school I find out I missed out on a scholarship to college. So, what does a broke ass American kid that wants to go to a decent college do? Join the army and get that GI Bill of course. Got through boot and then shipped off to Afghanistan. What a life…burning shit trenches. Heat, dust, and flinching at every pop and bang. While you were Instagramming what the fuck Asian teens do, I was shitting in an ammo box in a blown-out house. I was lucky really. Never saw those crazy gun battles you heard about on tv until my third year in my tour. There was this market in Kabul me and my buddy went to a lot. Cute Afghan girl around 14 would follow us around and speak with the merchants getting us free fruit. Her name was Shara. One day we showed up like usual and Shara runs down the street all smiling…and then a gust of wind revealed a bomb vest strapped to her. Our training teaches us not to see them as people but threats. Raised my rifle, pulled the trigger. Saved a lot of lives that day including mine. Not long after I got into a real gun battle. Killing is something that gets easier the more you do it. I just wanted a fucking college education…” Mike hissed. Kanya looked at him with surprise as a tear fell from his left eye. Mike quickly wiped it away. “I’m sorry for what you went through but that doesn’t make what you did to me and my family right” she said.

“You don’t understand. I didn’t want this power. Sure, it was a fucking thrill the first time but if I knew the real cost to having it, I would’ve tossed this goddamned thing into the Atlantic. Katie is the first good thing to happen to me in a long time. But the cost to keep her is…well I think you know what it is” he said. Mike handed her a sliver of soap. “So where does that leave me?” she asked. "Honestly? I rather not kill you. I find you…appealing. Your sadness and misery are barely enough to contain what’s in that Coin. That quiet whimpering as I suck your tiny pussy. The soft crying when you think I’m asleep. But in the last day or so it’s not enough. It’s like how you get bread at a restaurant before the main course. Just whets the appetite. “Then why this?” she asked splashing the milk with her hands. Mike bent down real close. “Because I want to be nice to you” he replied looking dead at her. Kanya held her breath as the dark energy she usually saw in his eyes briefly flickered away only to return. Kanya said nothing else the entire bath. Later on, she was back downstairs and dressed in a shirt and panties with Mike. By that time Katie had stopped roaming and sat on the sofa watching tv. “You can pick something out” Mike told Kanya. Surprised by the offer, she took it and chose something random on Hulu. “Mike I was planning to watch something” Katie said. “You can catch it later. Let Kanya have a turn” he said. Katie was annoyed but said nothing. As they watched tv, Katie noticed Kanya smelled faintly of milk. “You gave her a milk bath?!” she yelled. “Yeah…” he replied. “That’s our thing!” Katie yelled. “And still is. Kanya is having a day. Chill out” Mike said. “Chill out?! This bitch should be in your stomach by now so what the hell?!” Katie yelled. “That’s enough! Go upstairs and watch tv!” Mike yelled. “But…but…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he scowled. Katie hopped off the sofa and went upstairs leaving them alone. Kanya looked up at him. “Don’t worry about it” his muttered before placing her on his chest. As they watched whatever show she chose on tv, Mike would gently pet her. As much as she despised him, she did find his touch slightly pleasing. “Will you ever let me go?” she asked softly. “If I find a way to break the curse I will” he replied. Mike noticed an unconvinced look about her. “I don’t lie” he said. “What if I help you?” she asked. It had not even occurred to Mike she could. Mike quietly nodded. It wasn’t long after that Mike dozed off with her still on his chest. Kanya paid it little mind and just laid there with his heartbeat underneath her body. An hour later though, Mike began moving in his sleep. “Shara…Shara stop…stop…STOP!” he yelled. “Wake up!” Kanya yelled slapping his giant cheek. Mike’s eyes opened and he jumped. Kanya spilled off his chest and he caught her before she hit the floor. He placed her on the sofa as his mind settled back into reality. “You were having a nightmare” she said. “A memory of that day” he muttered. She saw a softness in his eyes as he said that. Kanya gently patted his finger. Mike looked down at her and picked her up. “You really are pretty” he whispered before kissing her. “I’m still on my period” she whispered. “I know. I can wait” he said before sucking her entire right leg into his mouth. Kanya giggled at how it tickled. Mike let to and cuddled her for a moment before placing her back down. Meanwhile, Katie at the top of the steps was watching everything…

Four days later…

“So, you’re good?” Mike asked her. “Yeah I’m not on my period anymore if you must know” Kanya replied. “Good” Mike said grinning as he picked her up. He kissed her passionately as his finger slipped her panties off. Mike began with her tiny feet making her squirm before his giant tongue parted her legs and went for her tasty tiny snatch. By this point, playing the role and enjoying it had blurred for Kanya. Before even all of this happened, she never had sex let alone someone eating her pussy. She held onto the tip of his nose as she ground her cunt on the tip of his tongue. With a cute squeal she came leaking her juices down his tongue into his mouth. “Your turn right?” she asked panting. Mike placed her on the sofa, and he took his pants and boxers off. Out sprang his giant cock ready for a shrunken Asian girl to worship. Kanya got right to it within seconds. Hugging the giant member, rubbing herself up and down it. Moaning and even licking it. “Fuck me you got good at this! Better than Katie” he said. Katie, who had been eating a snack on the kitchen table took note and stared at the sofa. For days he had doted on Kanya and virtually ignored her. At first she wrote it off as him with a new toy, but they were getting too close for her liking. “Whew! You backed up or something?” Kanya asked wiping the cum from her face. “Been holding off for days there” he replied. “I could’ve helped you with that Mike” Katie said. Her voice went unheard.

“You need a bath. Might as well take it with Katie and save water” Mike said picking her up and walking to Katie. “Was done anyway” Katie said dropping her cracker with ham. Mike took them upstairs to the bathroom and ran the water for the sink. As usual he left some soap and shampoo for them to use before leaving to do whatever he needed to do. “Seems you got over your fear of Mike” Katie said slipping into the water. “I took your advice and just rolled with it” Kanya said doing the same. “Kinda seems more than that” Katie muttered grabbing the soap. “He’s a slave to that Coin and wants to be free. I was wrong thinking he was totally evil. If it saves lives I’m more than happy to help him” Kanya said soaping her body. “So, you don’t have feelings for him?” Katie asked. “He kidnapped me. I…feel bad for what he went through but I’m not stupid enough to fall in love with my kidnapper” Kanya replied. Katie took that as a personal dig towards her.

There was a degree of silence for a while between them. “When you said you don’t have feelings for him…you’re lying” Katie muttered. “What did you say?” Kanya asked. “I said you’re a liar. I saw the bliss on your fucking face when he was tonguing your pussy. What do you Asians call that when you act like you hate them but really love them? Tsundere?” Katie asked grinning. “That’s Japanese. I’m Thai you ignorant ass bitch” Kanya spat. Katie stood up out of the water. “Fuck you say tiny?” Katie asked. Kanya stood up. “Think I’m scared you got two inches on me? Least I know the score. Hello? Stockholm syndrome called. They want their spokesperson back!” Kanya yelled laughing. Katie attacked her enraged by the insult and knocked her backwards. Kanya, with her back on the edge of the sink, tried fighting off Katie but setting her previous insult aside was still two inches, which was two feet taller to the both of them, taller than she. Their struggling caused Kanya to slip over the edge of the sink bowl right on the edge itself. A kick to the face caused Kanya to fall right off. Kanya screamed as she fell seemingly to her death below. Mike, who had been walking up the steps to check on them heard the tiny scream and rushed into the bathroom. It just so happened that Kanya didn’t land on the bare floor but the shag carpeted bathroom rug. She was still alive but badly hurt. “She…she just fell off” Katie stammered. Mike paid her no mind at all and scooped Kanya up. Kanya screeched in pain horribly making even Mike cringe. He carried her downstairs to the kitchen.

Mike looked over here injuries. Broken left leg, dislocated left shoulder and badly bruised hip. On the surface not too bad considering it was like falling nearly 50ft. “Kanya, Kanya look at me. I have to set the bone and pop the shoulder back in place. This is going to fucking suck” he said calmly. She nodded. Mike snapped a toothpick in half and had her bite down on it. With the littlest sound he set the bird like bone in her leg. Kanya mumbled in pain. From there he used a cotton swab as a splint and tied it with string. “And now the shoulder” he said. Delicately, he grabbed her arm with two fingers and then used his thumb on his other hand to press down. There was an almost unnoticeable pop as he fixed the joint. Kanya sobbed in pain. Mike gave her Tylenol and some old Valium pills his grandpa had lying around. Kanya was high as shit but stable. Mike went back upstairs and took Katie off the sink and placed her in the bed. “Is…is she okay?” she asked. Mike just looked at her and said nothing. Katie didn’t give a shit about her wellbeing. She just wanted to know if Kanya said how she fell. She didn’t know if his silence meant she had or not. Mike solely downstairs that night and when he awoke found Kanya running a very high fever. Another round of Valium and Tylenol and when he checked her fever again it had only gotten worse. He knew something else had to be wrong with her. As he cleaned her body as she couldn’t go to the bathroom, he noticed something with her left side. A discoloration he thought was a simple bruise has spread oddly downward towards her back. He knew he had seen something like it before. That and a high fever together.

Kanya has steadily gotten worse. Tylenol wasn’t doing jack shit. Then it dawned on him where he’d seen this before. During a firefight in Afghanistan, a buddy of his was thrown into the corner of a concrete wall by an RPG. at first he seemed fine but as they returned to base, he began running a high fever. He complained about the pain in his side getting worse, so they checked him again. A bruise that got bigger but spread slightly downward. The medics told him when he struck the wall, he lacerated his left kidney. He was bleeding internally. Only surgery saved his life. Mike touched Kanya’s side and even though doped up screamed in pain. Mike was sure now she was bleeding internally…and dying. He had a choice to make. Let her go, save her life, and risk being exposed Or let her die and possibly the only chance of breaking the curse with her.

[Technomage]

@size_master Oy my, Katie is being such a nasty toy, breaking Daddy’s toys, she needs a good punishment.

[SmolChlo]

Please please PLEASE let Kanya go
… Katie and Mike can go off and drown with each other in their own toxicity

[Mrgoblinging7]

@size_master Like anyone would believe her about him shrinking and murdering her family and keeping her like a pet.

But if she kept her story realistic, she could get him for kidnapping and rape.

Decisions decisions…

[Giant Keith]

@smolchlo I agree, but with Mike she might not get a happy ending, but he could shrink a female doctor for her just so he could find a way to break the curse. Katie has proven she is willing kill to have Mike to herself, I feel bad for Kanya. I find this story both exciting and disturbing like a great horror movie type novel, so far I am very invested in it because it is written so well and satisfies my non con desires.

[SmolChlo]

@giant-keith he’s going to spend his life simply taking whatever he desires… when in the end, it’s going to be the Devil that takes him Mwahaha

[Giant Keith]

@smolchlo So ends all Faustian deals with devils and demons, like The portrait of Dorian Grey that kept him alive and young, the painting got stabbed and so did he aged and died, deal over. A devil will get his soul at all costs, unless he finds a loophole ( like giving the curse to someone else), but he still loses it when he dies. Jinn/genies/demons trick you into making bad wishes.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 9…Promises…Promises

Mike contemplated his choices. If Kanya didn’t receive medical treatment within the next day and a half she would die. That much he was certain of. Option one. Unshrink her, drop her off at the hospital and write her off. He would lose a chance of breaking the curse and expose himself to possible law enforcement sniffing around. Sure, the story of being shrunk and raped would make anyone call the nuthouse on them, but what if Kanya just said she was kidnapped and raped? She promised to help him if it meant he’d stop killing. Being locked up would serve that goal too. She would live but it came with a very high risk. Option two. Forego treatment and let her die. Mike thought about option two more. If he did go with option two, he wouldn’t let her suffer. Overdose her on Valium or simply snap her tiny neck. Again, he would lose the best chance so far of breaking the curse but no nosy flatfoot cops to worry about. The more he looked upon her naked body the second option seemed more of a waste. “Mike…it hurts…” Kanya said very weakly. Mike prepared another dose of Valium. One drop was enough. Two would kill. Mike gave her a drop and then held the eyedropper. A part of him, a part dark things came from, told him to give her another drop. Mike placed the eyedropper down.

“I was never one to think inside the box. Maybe there’s a third option” he muttered picking up his phone. Mike had a fantastical idea rattling around in his head. Kanya needed a doctor so why not shrink one and bring them here? Mike tossed that idea out as a missing ER doctor would cause too much a stir. But what if he could find someone like a doctor? That was an idea Mike chose to work on. Mike began to search veterinary clinics. Big clinics were out of the question. In recent years, people have resorted to breaking into them and stealing tranquilizers. That meant security cameras. No, some rundown mom and pop clinic was best. Quiet and too poor to afford decent cameras. Mike hit on one in Torrington, not too far from where he was in Stamford. “Caring Paws” Mike muttered. Mike did some quick research on social media. “Facebook says she runs it by herself after her dad died. Not many comments. Quiet. Perfectly quiet” he muttered. Mike looked at the time. 4:23pm. He knew hunting was best done at night, so he was forced to wait.

Katie stayed out of his way keeping an eye on him. Using a damp paper towel to wipe Kanya’s sweat off her body. Holding her tiny hand between his fingers. Kanya began to stir again. “Mike?” she asked. “I’m going to get you some help” he whispered. She looked at him with almost desperate eyes. “I keep my promises remember?” he said before kissing her. Kanya cringed in pain as she suddenly peed. She saw Mike look as the piss puddle between her legs with a cold look. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” she begged. “It’s okay. Get some rest” he said softly as he wiped up the urine. What had given him a cold look was traces of blood in her urine. He knew she would go into septic shock within hours. Mike took out a large bowl and filled and inch of it with water. Carefully he placed Kanya inside. “Katie get over here” he said. Katie, very nervously got off the sofa and approached the kitchen table. “About Kanya…”

“Oh, we’ll get to that in due time. Right now, you’re getting in that bowl and making sure she doesn’t roll over and drown. The water will help slow her fever” he said picking her up. Katie climbed in worried about his tone. The water was lukewarm as she splashed over to Kanya. “I’m heading out and won’t be back for three hours” he said. “What if she dies while you’re gone?” Katie asked. “I suggest you make sure that doesn’t happen” he said with a look that chilled her soul. Mike grabbed his keys and left. “Fuck…” Katie sighed.

Mike drove up to Torrington going as fast as he dared and arrived near the vet clinic 30 minutes after sundown. He turned off his lights and parked across the street watching. A young woman 23 years of age was busy wiping down the counter. No doubt cleaning up before closing. The Camry’s clock said 9:14. “Hello Ms. Carrie Brewster” Mike mumbled remembering her Facebook profile. Mike got out of the car and looked around. Not a car, not even a person in sight. Mike crossed the street to the clinic and pulled on the door. Unlocked. “Gotta love these small towns” he chuckled entering. There was a cute little bell that rang as he did. “Sorry but were closed” Carrie said coming from the back. “I know but I have a friend needing a house call” Mike said now holding the Coin. In a flash and huff of air, Carrie had been shrunk to five inches laying on the floor. Mike picked her up and placed her on the counter. Taking a moment to lock the door, Mike then walked to the back of the clinic.

He ignored the cats, dogs, birds, and whatnot in their cages making noise. He needed supplies if this was going to work. “Oh this is too easy” he said seeing shelves in the stockroom labeled. “Let’s see…anesthetics, antiseptics, gauze, tweezers, scalpel, sutures…” he mumbled as he loaded them into a bag. Within 10 minutes he was done. He picked Carrie up and turned off the lights before leaving. He got back into the car and drove home. Back home, Kanya was having a seizure. “Don’t die on me you bitch! If you die…” Katie mumbled not daring to finish the thought. The seizure ended and Kanya slipped back into unconsciousness. Mike returned home at a few minutes to 11. He placed the bag on the table and emptied the contents after placing Carrie down nearby. “Uhh…Mike? Who’s that?” Katie asked peeking over the bowl. “The person that might save your ass” he replied taking Kanya out of the water and drying her. Carrie began to stir. She opened her eyes and was confused to her surroundings. “I’m short on time here so get your screaming out of the way now” a giant looming over her said. Surprisingly she didn’t scream. “Just a dream. Just a fucked-up dream” she muttered. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. Here’s your patient. Internal bleeding and a laceration to the kidney” he said as he pulled out the Coin. He shrank the supplies. She didn’t move.

“I ain’t got all night and neither does she” he said leaning in. The warmth of his breath told her it wasn’t a dream. Now she screamed. Mike grabbed her by her long brown hair and yanked her off her feet. “You either do it or I’ll eat you” he said dropping her. Carrie crawled over to Kanya and saw the ominous bruising. “Please…I’m just a vet. She needs a real doctor” Carrie said. “If that was an option I wouldn’t have shrunk your ass. Now can you or not?” he asked. “I don’t know! I work on dogs and shit! Yeah I’ve treated a lacerated kidney before but that was a fucking German Shepherd!” she yelled. “Well looks like you got your chance to be a real doctor today. Get to it” he said. She began looking at the shrunken supplies he stole. “Ketamine?! I can’t use this! It’s for fucking horses!” she yelled. “Stop whining and cut the dosage!” Mike yelled. “That’s not…oh god…I need hot water to sterilize” she sighed. Mike filled a cup with water and microwaved it. Carrie was wiping the bruise with iodine. She jabbed Kanya with the needle and injected her. Kanya jerked up but within minutes was deep under. Carrie made the incision. “Jesus…” she said as blood poured out. “Fucking Christ! If you kill her…”

“It’s blood from the internal bleeding. I have to drain it first. And I can smell urine in it. She would’ve gone into septic shock within an hour. There, it’s tapering off” Carrie said. Carrie spread the cut with her gloved hand and went deeper. “Lacerated kidney confirmed. Not as bad as I thought though. Tear is about a half inch…half inch to me anyways” she said mumbling. Carrie began suturing up the tear and now and then flushing it with hot water. Once that was done she closed the incision with sutures. “Done. The sutures I used are made to dissolve in 8 to 10 weeks. The outer ones will fall off around the same time” she said. “Didn’t know they made sutures like that” Mike said. “Necessary for animals that move around a lot. Look, this isn’t an ER. She needs antibiotics. Lots of them” she said. “Got that covered” he said. “So, about the eating me part…” she whispered. “She’s still alive and I keep my promises. No eating” Mike said relaxing. “You did to her what you did to me? Shrunk her?” she asked. Mike nodded. “Why?!” she yelled. “Long story with that. Shrunk her too” Mike said pointing to Katie who had been hiding the whole time. “Christ on Sunday” Carrie muttered. “Relax a spell. Get comfortable” Mike said. “I’m fine. Just…just want to go home” she said. “I said get comfortable” Mike said coldly. Carrie sat with her knees and legs tucked to her chest. Mike made coffee and poured some into two cups. One of them he had a drop of Valium. He shrunk that cup and handed it to Carrie.

“How did you do that?” she asked. “Magic. Drink your coffee” he said. She hesitated. “Oh please. If I wanted to kill you, there are more efficient ways than poisoning a five-inch-tall woman” he scoffed. She reluctantly sipped her coffee. “You’re more skillful than the average veterinarian. What’s the deal?” Mike asked. “…I started off in med school. My dad started getting sick and asked me to take over the clinic. Transferred my credits to get a vet license and degree. He died a few months after I graduated” she replied softly. “Sorry to hear that” Mike said. Carrie’s head began to get fuzzy. She stretched out her legs. “What about your mom?” he asked pulling off her shoe. “Died when I was a kid. What…what are you doing?” she asked. “Helping you relax” Mike replied pulling off her other shoe. “I’m…fine” she said bleary. Mike grinned as he used his fingernails to pull her tiny socks off. “Surprised you don’t have a boyfriend” he said using his fingers to rub her sweaty little feet. “How…do you know that?” she asked. Mike kissed the soles of her feet before sucking them into his mouth. “Stop…it. Please stop” she begged. Mike let her feet fall from his mouth and began pulling her vet scrub pants and shirt off. Next came her panties. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me” she whined. “No, I said I wouldn’t eat you. Never said I wouldn’t have some fun. I like a girl that shaves down there” he said before leaning in to suck on her little pussy. “Don’t…don’t do…this…” she said just before passing out.

The Valium did its job as Mike molested her body with his tongue. Her sweet pussy juices trickling into his mouth as she came unconsciously. Her pitiful whimpering as he rolled her pea sized tits around with his tongue. With a day’s worth of sweat on her, she tasted sweet and salty. Mike had to cut his fun short as the clock ticked. He thoroughly washed her making sure no traces of his DNA lingered on her body. He dressed her minus her worn socks which he kept as a trophy and when done carried her with him to the car. Mike then drove back to the clinic. He pulled up just before 1:30am and entered the clinic. He kept the lights off in case someone drove by. Mike placed her in a chair sitting behind a reception desk and unshrank her. Now he draped her over the desk like she had fallen asleep on it. He moved a few papers around nearby and left a pen near her hand. “Good. Now when she wakes up she’ll think it she fell asleep at work, and it was just a crazy ass dream” he thought checking around just to make sure everything was in order. Just to be on the safe side, he wiped down every surface he touched with his bare hands leaving no fingerprints. Then he drove home slightly annoyed he kept that promise. Every part of him screamed he should’ve simply eaten her. But Mike was one to take pride in not breaking promises.

Mike got home just after 3am and checked on Kanya. She was already looking better as that pale death color had disappeared. Katie watched as Mike fell asleep at the table watching over her. In the morning, Mike checked on Kanya again. “Mi…Mike?” she asked as his putting woke her. “Morning” he said softly. “I dreamed some woman stabbed me with a syringe” she said. “Wasn’t a dream. Check your left side” he said. She did and her eyes went wide. “You were more hurt than I thought. You were dying. I brought someone here to help you” he said. She looked around. “She’s gone. I let her go” he said. “Why?! That’s a hell of a risk! Why do that?!” she yelled grimacing as she did. “Promises to keep. Don’t worry about it right now. Just rest” he said. “I’m hungry…and thirsty” she said. Mike nodded and fixed a very quick breakfast with juice. Katie, who heard him talking tip toed downstairs. What she and Kanya saw next shocked them. Mike sat on the table and shrunk himself down to a foot. “What’re you…”

"It’s easier this way. Sit up slightly so you don’t choke. He said slipping behind her. Mike began to feed her as she lay against his chest. Mike looked around a moment to observe a now much bigger world. “So, this is how the world looks to you two” he muttered. Kanya didn’t hear him as she was embarrassed and anxious to be doted on this way. That and being this close to him in such an intimate manner. Sure, she laid on his chest before but not like this. He handed her the glass of juice which she quickly drank. “Better?” he asked with his face very close to hers. “Your eyes. It’s not there” she whispered. “What was that?” he asked. “…nothing” she replied. Mike kissed her on the lips. “You had me worried for a while. Kanya…how exactly did you fall off the sink?” he asked. By this point, Katie had climbed onto the table and was behind Mike. He couldn’t see her, but Kanya could. Katie held her breath as he asked that question. “I just slipped. The porcelain was wet” she replied. “…you sure that’s what happened?” he asked. Kanya nodded. “I’ll take you to the bathroom so you can bathe and go potty” he said before growing himself back to normal. Mike saw Katie and paid her no mind as he very delicately picked Kanya up along with some gauze. Mike spent a half hour seeing to her needs in the bathroom before coming back down with her. By now she wore a simple nightie, and the leftover gauze now wrapped her broken leg. Mike administered her meds and placed her on a sofa cushion. She giggled slightly as he played an episode of Rick and Morty for her. “Thank you” she said softly. “Don’t worry about it. I want you to get better so I can go back to sucking that cute tiny pussy of yours” he said grinning. Kanya blushed and hid her face. Mike kissed her before going to the table where Katie hadn’t moved.

She said nothing as he fixed them both breakfast. Mike waited until she was busy eating to speak with her. “Kanya should make a full recovery” he said. “Great! I was worried there for a minute” Katie said feigning excitement. “Really?” he asked. “Well yeah” she said shrugging as she nibbled on some bacon. “I ask because Kanya is a bad liar and she said she simply slipped off the sink. She lied Katie. Why would she do that?” Mike asked. “I dunno” she replied. “Now that’s very interesting Katie. You didn’t say “she’s not lying”. You said you don’t know indicating you know she lied, you know full well what happened, and you don’t know why she lied about it” Mike said now holding the Coin. “We both know what happened. We both know why it happened. So now it’s time I deliver your punishment” he said looking at her. “Mike…Mike please” she begged. “Shhhh” he said as he willed her to shrink. Mike made sure it was slow enough she didn’t pass out. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. She didn’t stop shrinking until she was two inches tall. “Oh god” she whimpered. “Your punishment, beyond being the size of a cockroach now, is to wait on Kanya hand and foot as she recovers. She wants a Pepsi you give to her. Cheetos you give it her. Foot rubs you give to her. Her ass scratched you give to her” he said coldly. “Mike I’m sorry!” she yelled. Mike wagged his finger back and forth. “I want to make something clear. If Kanya had come out and said it was you, I would’ve shrunk you to the size of an ant and made you eat only my fucking semen for food until she got better. If she had died…well let’s just say good thing she didn’t” he said with a chill. “Don’t you love me?!” she screamed. Mike picked her up between his fingers. Even she could see the burning dark energy in his eyes. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to play with my emotions” he growled. He walked over to the sofa and dropped her near the now Amazonian giantess Kanya. “Don’t say shit to me unless you need something for her” he spat. Mike sat down in a nearby loveseat, booted up his laptop, and began typing.

Hours passed and his anger had turned into moderate irritation. He would glance at Katie who’d immediately break eye contact. He began to feel remorseful for the things he said. “I’ll be back later” he suddenly said getting up, grabbing his keys, and then leaving. He found himself driving to New York once more. Again on the hunt, Mike pondered where he could go to find a victim nobody would notice or care to report missing. He stopped at a coffee shop and ordered coffee mulling how stupid it was to call a large coffee “vente”. “It means 20 not large you fuckin’ morons” he growled as he sipped. The shop was something looking like the 90’s forgot. Grunge meets hipster doofus. Only people inside were young adults trying to act like they were “hip”…or “deep”. The urges inside him looked onto one girl dressed in black. Black shirt, torn black jeans, black hair with a pink stripe near the center. Boots coming to the calves. A typical “Hot Topic” goth girl. She sat alone drumming her black fingernails to a broken drumbeat made by a bad poet onstage. Suddenly she got up and walked towards the bathrooms. Mike got up and followed. Just before she got to the door he used the Coin and shrunk her down to three and a half inches. He picked up her unconscious body and left.

Mike sat in the car as it began to rain holding her in his hand. Normally he would be giddy thinking of the cruel inhuman things he could…and would do to her but not now. Mike was like a heroin addict that hadn’t had a hit in weeks. He pulled her little boots off dropping them into the cup holder as his newest trophy and next came her tiny damp socks followed by her pants and shirt. After he typical black bra and panties, she was completely naked. He studied her for only a few moments. Skin damn near porcelain pale except for the rosiness of her hands and bare soles. Mike guessed her age to be no older than 22. Thin but not skinny. Mike licked her little pussy which did taste slightly tangy to him, but it was not enough. Licked her feet. Sucked her minuscule tits. Again and again not enough. “Eat her…EAT HER!” the voice in his mind screamed. “…as you wish” he whispered jamming her into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of her flesh which was like the tiniest bit of a much wanted narcotic. A sampling that he needed more, uncut, pure unadulterated malice. Mike began to chew…

The young woman, who had been unconscious, awoke with a screech as his molars pulverized her right leg. The taste of her innocent blood made him swoon in his car seat. More…more…he needed more!

crunch CRUNCH crack squelch squelch

Mike chewed her into a bloody pulp. Mercifully, she expired on the third chew. He swallowed her pulverized, eviscerated remains and licked his mouth free of her meat. He felt something poking his gums and with his finger pulled out a shattered femur (leg bone) and flicked it out of the car like someone would toss out an annoying fish bone from a meal. Mike felt pure euphoria. Hell, he had came in his pants at one point. It didn’t take any time at all for that euphoria to turn into self-loathing. Eating someone alive was one thing, chewing them was another. The feeling of her skull exploding as he bit down. The taste of her blood. The screech that rattled his teeth. But what troubled him more than anything else was he gave in to the demon. The Asura. It was one step closer to conquering him and that meant doom to anyone he loved. Mike realized he might not be able to wait until Kanya got better. Mike Googled something on his phone, plugged in the address, and started the car. He drove to the address marked and parked. He got out and walked to the building. It was late so he didn’t know if anyone would answer the door. Surprisingly, someone did.

A monk, a Buddhist monk opened the door. And how may I help you this evening?" the young man asked. “How do you fight an Asura?” Mike asked.

[Giant Keith]

@size_master Glad to see that Mike has admitted to himself that he needs a cure fast, too bad he had to goringly eat someone to realize it needs to happen as soon as possible, or more death will follow him to a more personal level. I’m loving this story, also glad he got Kanya help proving Mike is still human and not a total monster yet, but the demon is working him over with blood lust now like a werewolf or vampire has but with tiny women.

[Mrgoblinging7]

@size_master His honor always surprises me. Like, one moment, he will violently ravage some poor woman’s body, and the next, he makes sure they are safe and sound. Very morally complicated, but I am sure that the worst of it comes from the beast in the Coin.

[Size_Master]

Chapter 10…Revelations

Mike entered the Buddhist temple and under the young man’s request, took off his shoes. Before him was the main room with a very big gold painted Buddha but the young man did not lead him inside. Mike felt the Coin vibrate as his gaze lingered on the Buddha. “In here please” the young man said. “Please sit, the Master will be in shortly” he said. Mike sat down on a regular sofa in front of a coffee table. Mike felt oddly nervous in the room. Looking around, sutras written in Sanskrit hung on the walls. He felt strange just looking at them. “Good evening” an old man dressed in robes said entering. “H…hi” Mike muttered. “You told my acolyte you wish to learn how to fight an Asura?” he asked. Mike didn’t readily answer. The old monk laughed. “Yeah, this was a mistake” Mike muttered getting up. “No, sit. It is just exceedingly rare to even hear the word Asura, especially coming from a white westerner. And to ask how to fight one to boot!” the monk said laughing. Mike took the Coin from his pocket. “What if I told you one was trapped inside this coin?” Mike said. The old man picked it up. Within a second he dropped it like it burned him.

“The scriptures spoke of artifacts imprisoning them. How did you come to have this?” the monk asked. “Grandfather owned it before me. Now the damn thing is bound to me curse and all” Mike said. “Curse?” he asked. Mike sighed and told him the entire story. “And you ate someone before coming here?” the monk asked. Mike grew very nervous. “Relax. Even if I called the police and they did find human remains in your stomach, it would not solve the bigger problem. Asura don’t give up their familiars easily. Shrinking magic? Most novel but not unheard of” the old monk said. “Wait…you’ve heard of this before?!” Mike asked. “Shrinking magic? Oh yes. But before I go further I must tell you that you can’t fight an Asura” he replied. “Why? If you can’t fight them then how did this bastard get trapped in an old ass coin?” Mike asked. “This may take a while” the monk said ringing a bell. The acolyte from before entered. “Tea please Shen” the monk said. Not long after the acolyte returned and poured both some tea and left the pot on the table. “To answer your question, you must first understand the nature of the world. What your senses perceive as real is only half of what’s really the world. Next to the physical is the spiritual. The binding energies of reality” he said. “Like the Force” Mike chuckled. The man gave him a look. “Sorry” Mike muttered.

“It is said that in the very beginning, there was nothing but darkness and light. Brought together created what you call reality and we its children. But what existed before, what gave each side spiritual meaning was two…for a lack of better term, races. On the side of darkness were the Asura. Beings of evil, malice, and chaos. The negative spiritual energies of reality. And on the side of light were the Yaksha. Beings of good, hope, and order. The positive spiritual energies of reality. Each side immortal forever locked in war. It is said our world is a result of their greatest battle. Then we came along, mortal beings that could tip the balance either way. No longer content with waging their war in the spiritual plane, they descended down here. However, both sides knew full well their battles would turn our world to cinders so they used us as proxies. The Yaksha became fairy like creatures drawing their strength through nature and exporting their magics to the chosen. Shrinking magics being the most common. As to why I’ll get to that later. As for the Asura, they possessed those willing to form contracts and imbued them with destruction magics. Fire being the most common, but others were known to be used. They drew their strength from pain, misery, chaos, and death.”

“For many, many centuries, their proxy war raged until their numbers dwindled. The Asura sealed off and forgotten. The weakest ones starved to death cut off from their sources of spiritual energy. As for the Yaksha, a tradition emerged between a Yaksha and acolyte of different genders to shrink their acolyte and sire children. This is why shrinking magics were the most common. Common enough both sides used it for different purposes. However, when a Yaksha sires a child, a portion of their power is directly passed down to it. Over time, a Yaksha became mortal the more children they had” he said ending the tale. “I don’t understand. That doesn’t tell me why I can’t fight one” Mike said. The old man stood up, went to a bookstand and lit a stick of incense. “Come here” he said. Mike walked over. “Strike the smoke using your hand” he said. Mike chuckled thinking this was silly. Mike went to wave it away only to find the smoke just curl around his hand never touching it. Even fanning it didn’t do jack. “This some kind of trick?” he asked. The monk shook his head. After 10 minutes Mike gave up. The monk placed one hand on one side of the smoke and used his other hand to suddenly clap. When he opened them, there was a faint trace of soot. “You didn’t say I could use both hands” Mike said. “Neither did I. Not once did my other hand try to touch the smoke. Asura are beings of negative spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial just as smoke. To fight one, you must use positive spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial like the air itself I used against the smoke. You are not capable of that” he said. “So, I’m fucked” Mike said. “I wouldn’t go that far. You can be taught to by a Yaksha or at least a close descendant of one” the monk replied. “Would a descendant be able to see auras?” Mike asked wary. “Most certainly. Spiritual sense of the cornerstone of their power” the monk replied. “Oh goody. Kanya is gonna love this” Mike muttered. “Unless this Kanya has been trained in the spiritual arts I doubt she can help you” the monk said. “Is being a waitress count as spiritual training?” Mike asked. “Not in the way that matters” the old monk said chuckling. The monk wrote a note. “This is someone that can help you conquer your literal demon. I should warn you that she’s…eccentric” he said handing him the note. “I’ll take any help I can get” Mike said. The monk bid him farewell as he left.

Mike returned home at almost 3am. The tv said. “Are you still watching Netflix?” as Kanya and Katie slept on the sofa cushion. Mike gently picked Kanya up and carried her upstairs. He placed her in a clean sock stuffed shoebox and propped her broken leg up on the edge. She murmured in her sleep as Mike covered her with a shrunken blanket. Now comfortable in her makeshift recovery bed now on the nightstand, he returned downstairs. Mike sat on the sofa cushion, but this time Katie awoke. Mike saw the fear in her eyes. “I might’ve found someone that can help me” he said quietly placing the note on the coffee table. She could see it was an address. “I should apologize. There is a difference between punishment and flat-out cruelty” he said. Katie found herself growing back to her previous five-inch height. “You still have to look after Kanya” he said. “I was jealous okay! You were spending all your time with her…” Katie said sniffling. “Why buy the milk when you can get the cow for free?” he asked. “What?” Katie asked wiping her eyes. “This…thing flat out eats misery and pain. Instead of hunting girl after girl I had planned on using Kanya as a source I could keep it feeding off of. But…but when she genuinely wanted to help me, my feelings changed. I’ve only told you the bare minimum of what is demon whispers in my head day after day. And tonight, while I was out, I gave into it. A girl around your age, nothing special about her at all and I ate her” he said. “You’ve eaten…”

“Not like this. I chewed her to pieces. Chewed her alive. I remember every crunch, every scream. Like chewing a sardine. Katie…I remember what her brains tasted like” he whispered. Katie sat on his thigh. Mike picked her up and kissed her. “I was a good person once. I wasn’t always like this” he muttered as a tear fell down his cheek. “Mike, you’re emotionally exhausted. Let’s go to bed” she said. Mike simply nodded and carried her upstairs with him.

The next morning…

“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” Kanya asked as they ate breakfast. “I said you’re a descendant of a Yaksha” he replied. Kanya burst out laughing. “What’s a Yaksha?” Katie asked. “An Asian version of a fairy. Thanks Mike. Been awhile since I laughed that hard” she said giggling. “Is it so hard to believe? You’re a four-inch-tall shrunken Asian chick that can see dark energy” he said. “Point taken” she muttered. “Haven’t you ever wondered where that power really came from?” he asked. “Grandma just said it’s a bloodline thing. Mom would get really mad whenever it came up, so we never really spoke about it” Kanya replied. “Mad? Why?” Mike asked. “Dunno. Guess mom just thought it was old Thai superstition. Nothing an “American” family should believe in” she replied. “After breakfast I plan on going to this address that monk gave me. Hopefully I’ll be back before it gets late” he said. “Just be careful” Katie said. Kanya nodded. After eating, Mike left open a lunchable for them to eat on while he was gone and then left. He typed in the address 1233 Pine Road, Bedford Hills New York and drove off.

It wasn’t a long drive. Just 45 minutes on the highway but it did give him some time to think. A female Yaksha. Mike didn’t know what to expect as Googling them didn’t help much at all. Just the myths and legends had them look like just about anything. Some pictures grotesque. Mike chuckled wondering who would fuck something that ugly. The monk did warn him she was…eccentric. Mike wondered what he meant by that. Bedford Hills was a small town with less than 3,000 people. The address had him drive deep…deep into a forested road until the pavement turned to gravel. “You’ve arrived at your destination” Waze told him. The destination was a rusted beat-up mailbox at the end of a dirt road. Mike sighed as he turned onto it and went up. Five minutes, nearly a quarter mile in he came across a log cabin. Parking the car, Mike got out and looked around. No car, no telephone pole, nothing to show it was inhabited. Mike knocked on the door. No answer. “Hello? Anyone home?” he asked. Mike was startled as a large bird landed next to him. It appeared to be staring right at him. It flapped its wings and hopped 10 feet to his right and made a small screech. Weirded out, Mike approached it. As soon as he did it did the same thing. Over and over as if leading him somewhere. Now at the back of the cabin, Mike could see someone chopping wood. “Hello? Are you the owner?” he asked. The person split a log in two and looked up. Mike saw it was a woman. She wiped the sweat off her brow. “Yeah I am” she said now walking towards him. She suddenly stopped looking dead at his left pocket. The same pocket the Coin was in. The wind began to pick up.

Now closer, Mike could make out the fact the woman was clearly Asian. No more than 20. “What brings someone like you here?” she asked. Mike reached into his pocket and the sky began to darken. He pulled out the note. “I was told to come here” he said. She cautiously approached him and took the note from his hand. She nodded and sighed. “A monk told me to come here. He said a Yaksha could help me with my problem” Mike said. “Well, you found one” she said as the sky grew brighter, and the wind died down. “You’re a Yaksha?!” Mike asked. “Yeah I know. Not what you were expecting. Come on in” she said leading him to her cabin. Mike entered behind her to see it looked entirely normal. “Coffee?” she asked. Mike nodded. She put on a pot and then began walking upstairs. “I’ll freshen up as that’s going. Be back soon!” she yelled disappearing upstairs. 15 minutes later she returned but her return left Mike astounded. A four-inch woman wearing a bathrobe floated, yes floated, down the staircase and right towards the kitchen. “Ahh…fresh brew” she sighed as she waved her hands and the pot, and two cups levitated into the air. The pot perfectly poured two cups of coffee, in which cups floated to Mike and the coffee table. “Aren’t…you uhh…more guarded than this?” he asked. “You’re no threat to me even with that cursed artifact in your pocket. Even if you were I could’ve killed you with a snap of my fingers. And two, my grandson would’ve never sent you to me if you really were a threat” she replied. “Grandson? There was a young man that answered the door, but an old monk sent you to me” Mike said. “Yeah, that’s my grandson” she said. “What?! How old are you?!” Mike asked. “Hmm…stopped counting after 600” she shrugged. “So Yaksha really are immortal” he said. “Pureblood ones with no children are. The more children they have, the more mortal they are. Same deal with how pure the blood of their offspring is. My grandmother was a pureblood. I was her 17th child. So I’m not immortal, just really, really long lived” she said.

“Forgive me but you don’t look anything like the myths and stories” Mike said. “Ha! Artistic license so to speak. Would you fear a four-inch Asian woman?” she asked. Mike hung his head. “A great deal about us was made up. Even most of our origins. We weren’t at the beginning or any of that shit. We came to be around the same time humans did. The first of our kind ascended to the spiritual form along with the Asura. To make ourselves seem important we…spun the truth” she said. “So, this never-ending battle with the Asura isn’t true?” Mike asked. “Oh that shit is very true. The Asura wanted to dominate humanity. We wanted to protect it. Drink your coffee before it goes cold” she said. She shrunk her cup before levitating it to her hands. “So this is your real form?” he asked. “You mean my size and appearance? Appearance no. I tend to change it every 25 years to avoid snooping humans. As for my size yes. Holding human size is like flexing a muscle. Flex it too long it starts to hurt” she said. “Nice choice in appearance” he said. “Why thank you young man” she said grinning. “Mike” he said. “Mike…I’m Ora” she said. “About my problem” he said. “Ah yes, take it out” she said. Mike took the Coin out of his pocket. “SQUASH THAT BITCH!” a voice shouted in Mike’s head making him spill the coffee. “That was rude” Ora muttered. “I’m sorry. A voice…”

“Wasn’t talking about you spilling coffee. I heard that craven fuck in your head. My my. It’s been a long time since I laid eyes on a genuine artifact prison. Think the last one was Kublai’s wine jug during the Boxer Rebellion. That takes me back. Place it on the table please” she said. Mike did and she approached it. “Whew! Aren’t you just a nasty fucker. All that malice and pain you soaked up over the centuries. Must got a body count in the thousands by now. All that negative energy is making my damn pussy hair stand on end. So Mike, what magic did he give you? Flight, mind control, fire, lightning?” she asked. “Shrinking magic seemingly geared towards females” Mike replied. “Stingy bastard. That’s low tier stuff. The female part is probably because a female Yaksha sealed him away” she said. She looked at him. “And he got his hooks in you real good judging by your spirt aura” she said. Mike grew quiet. “How do I beat him?” he whispered. “Well, I’m sure you were told you can’t just beat his ass like he owes you money. Spirt magics and spiritual techniques can only harm an Asura. Having said that the thing is already imprisoned. The trick we need to focus on is severing the connection you have to him. I’m assuming you have a blood bond to him” she said. Mike simply nodded. The first thing we need to do is find out why you were so vulnerable to him. Something about you, a chink in the armor that let him in. Tell me about yourself” she said. Mike spent the next three hours rambling about his life.

“You told me everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. One moment” she said leaving him, she returned wearing a simple shirt and khaki shorts. “Mike, why exactly did you shrink your first victim? Tell me the reasoning behind it” she said. “If I could do it. No, I knew I could do it. I saw my grandfather dominate a girl. I wanted to feel what he felt. Total complete control” he muttered. “Did you even consider her life? What you would rob her of?” she asked. Mike shook his head. “Apathy. In my centuries of life, I learned what evil is. It’s not doing shitty horrible things. It’s the lack of empathy. Well, we know what the chink in your armor was” Ora said coldly. “You can’t judge me solely on that?!” Mike yelled. “Oh? Tell me what redeeming qualities you have Mike” she said. “I don’t break promises and I keep my word” he quickly replied. Ora burst out laughing. “In one hand you got a total apathy for what you do and in the other your honor in your oaths. One of these things don’t flap like the other” she chuckled. Mike glared at her. “Do it…you know you want to” a voice in his head whispered. “Shut up demon. He doesn’t need your help right now” Ora said. Mike calmed down slightly. “What stopped you?” she asked him. “You said you could kill me” he replied. “What if I said I wouldn’t stop you? Hell, what if I said there were no consequences at all?” she asked. Ora reached underneath her panties and flinched. She pulled out a plucked pussy hair and dropped it on the table.

To Mike’s astonishment, the hair turned into a perfect naked copy of Ora. “A little trick taught to me by a descendant of the Monkey King a long time ago. A perfect copy right down to the mole on my butt. Show him the mole” she said to the copy. She turned around and flashed her tiny ass to him. “So go ahead. Kill her. Get it out of your system” Ora said. Mike snatched the copy up. Mike couldn’t believe how perfect it was. If Ora was naked, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Mike hesitated. “Oh…I see” Ora muttered snapping her fingers. Suddenly the copy began to show fear. “Please…please don’t hurt me” it begged. Mike felt something inside him bubbling to the surface. “It pissed you off to no end when I called you out didn’t it?” Ora asked. “…yeah it did” Mike growled. Mike jammed the copy into his mouth ignoring the screams coming from it and worked it to the back of his mouth. “Please…” the copy begged sobbing as her head stuck from between his lips. With a slurp and a loud gulp, it was gone. Mike felt it struggling in his stomach for a brief moment until it stopped. “How do you feel?” Ora asked. “POWERFUL! Fuck! That…that felt good” he gasped. Ora studied him for a moment. “That feeling slowly coming to the surface. What is it?” she asked. “…guilt” he whispered softly. “So not a total lack of empathy. That’s a start Michael” she said floating over and sitting on his shoulder.

“We will stop him. It’s going to take you going to places inside yourself you won’t like. It’s going to be hard, painful, and shameful but we will stop him. Okay?” she asked feeling him shake. “See that door to the right? Go to it and open it” she said. Mike got up and went over to the door. He opened it to find a simple room with cushions on the floor and a metronome on a shelf. “The first thing we had to do was narrow down what made you susceptible to him. We did that exposing your apathy towards women. Now we need to see the root cause. Sit down” she said. Mike did and Ora snapped her fingers causing the metronome to begin ticking back and forth. “This is my meditation room. That metronome helps me get going. Now Mike, what we’re about to do is far more than some bullshit mediation you see on infomercials. It’s going to be intense. It’s going to feel very, very real. You ready?” she asked floating down to the floor. “Ready” he replied. Ora knew he had no clue what he was in for but had no choice but to proceed. “Close your eyes” she said. Mike did and for a time felt nothing. He did notice the sound of the metronome seemed to get further and further away. And when it disappeared, he opened his eyes. “I don’t think…what the fuck?” he asked seeing himself seemingly floating in space. “Welcome to the Astral Plane. The realm where spiritual energy meets thought” Ora said coming up beside him. “It looks like some NASA shit” he said. “Because you currently lack spirt sight. Most of this place is a void to you. What you see as stars are really the spirit energies of people like me. Mike, I want you to focus on where your sense of keeping your word came from. Why exactly is it so important because you seem to resist your worst impulses because of it” she said. “Oh, that’s easy. Grandpa instilled that in me when I was little” Mike said. As soon as he said that the scene changed to his living room. “Whoa! Warn me when you do that” Mike said. “Wasn’t me. Your mind did this” Ora said. “Is that me?! Holy shit I was a cute kid” Mike said seeing his 7-year-old self on the floor watching cartoons. “Yes…cute” Ora said distracted by shouting form the kitchen. Ora approached and was blocked by a translucent barrier. “Mike?” she asked. Mike walked over to her.

“You said you wouldn’t do it again! You promised…” a female voice shouted. “Mom?” Mike asked. “Your mother?” Ora asked. “That’s her voice. Mom abandoned me with grandpa when…when I was his age” Mike said quietly. Neither could see past the blurring of the barrier. “Mike. I’ve seen this before. It’s a suppressed memory” she said pulsing her hand against the barrier. Suddenly the scene “glitched” and now his grandfather was bent down with his hands on young Mike’s shoulders. The boy looked considerably frightened. “Where’s mom?” Mikey asked sniffling. “You mom left. She said she’s not coming back” his grandpa said. Mike began to cry. “But she said she would be back in a few days!” Mike sobbed. “She broke her promise. Mikey, I want you to never break a promise. A person is only as good as the promises they keep. Do you understand?” he asked. Mikey nodded and hugged the man sobbing. “I remember that…” Mike whispered. “Mike, something isn’t right. A suppressed memory and then his weird skip?” she said waving her hand. The scene changed back to how it started. “We have to see what you’re suppressing. Michael, this will not be easy on you. Your unconscious mind suppressed it for a reason” she said. “In for a penny…” Mike muttered. “So be it” she said using her power to break the barrier before them.

“Mom!” Mike yelled seeing her clearly and for the first time in nearly 20 years. “You promised me. You promised that if I agreed to be your partner, you’d stop hunting innocent girls. Remember the deal? I’d find women deserving it and you satisfy this…thing of yours. But what’s this?!” she asked holding in her hands shrunken clothing. “Stacy was my friend! She slept over here as a kid dozens of times for fuck’s sake! So, what did you do to her? Crush her? Eat her? There’s a goddamn candlelight vigil at her house right now!” his mother screamed. “The urge got too much, and I bumped into her grocery shopping…” the man muttered. “That’s it. I don’t care what they say now. I’m going to the cops!” she yelled. “No you won’t!” the man yelled holding the Coin. His mother was shrunk instantly to five inches tall. “Grandpa? What was that light?” Mikey asked walking into the kitchen. He immediately saw his shrunken mom on the floor being picked up. “Go back to the living room and watch cartoons!” the man yelled. Mikey scampered off and hugged his legs to his chest in front of the tv. “What…what did…he couldn’t have…WHAT DID YOU DO!” Mike screamed at his grandfather. Mike began to stagger, and the meditation and scene was broken. They were back in the meditation room and Mike bolted out. Ora followed him. “At least you found the downstairs bathroom” she said quietly watching him wretch into the toilet. "I tried to warn you. This form of mediation is very intense. Not to mention the emotional toil uncovering a suppressed memory holds.”

A half hour later…

“How could he?” Mike asked sitting on her sofa. “Michael. He had been under the influence of that Coin for decades. His sense of morality would’ve been long eroded. An Asura’s influence is like a cancer that slowly eats away at you until you’re just a shell of what you once were” Ora said quietly sitting on his thigh. She saw the pain in his eyes. Ora wondered if she did more harm than good. “We should stop today. I…I don’t want you to give up so please come back tomorrow” she said. She floated up and kissed his cheek. “Ora…when I ate your copy, what if I didn’t feel guilty about it?” he asked softly. “I would’ve killed you on the spot” she replied. He looked at her. “Guess good thing I did. Hope for me yet?” he asked with almost pleading eyes. “Some. Go home. Rest” she said. Mike left her soon after that.

The girls badgered him about how things went. Mike barely responded. His mind was somewhere else. The more dwelled on that memory, the more he could remember of it. Then a part of that memory came forward. His grandfather going into his study moments later. When the girls were asleep, Mike entered the study. He had been in there countless times. A room filled with old memorabilia of his grandpa’s time in the army. Old uniform, patches, pictures, models of fighter jets he worked on as a mechanic. An old antique desk he bought long ago. As a kid, his grandfather didn’t let him enter the room without him. Now Mike wondered if there was a darker reason behind that. Mike has cleaned the room, before the attic, shortly after inheriting the house. He hasn’t been in it since. Had no real reason to. Now he did. Mike spent over an hour searching the room to find nothing. Then he began searching the desk itself as though it was an obvious place to hide something felt his grandfather was smarter than that. Nothing. But when Mike went to shut the lowest drawer it was slightly stuck. He placed his hand underneath to raise the drawer slightly. “What?” he asked feeling the weight to be completely off. “Shouldn’t be that heavy” he muttered. When Mike felt inside the drawer, he saw the bottom shift ever so slightly. There was a small gap between the drawer bottom and the sides. Using his fingernails, he pried the bottom up. “A false bottom and…the hell is this?” he asked finding a book inside. Mike opened the book to find pages after pages written by his grandfather. “He kept a diary?” he asked himself. As he looked to see how thick it was, he noticed somewhere inside the book pages was a bump. He opened the book to that page to find something that confirmed his memory to be true. Shrunken and perfectly preserved was a yellow dress, panties, skirt, and sandals. The very same clothing his mother wore in the memory. Mike held them in his hand.

“Grandpa…what have you done?” Mike asked broken hearted.

[Mrgoblinging7]

@size_master HOLY FUCK! That was intense!